Venerable Jian Ao grabbed Qiu Shui and instantly gave Han Feng the feeling. His whole aura suddenly changed, like a sword god, placed in front of him.

"Qiu Shui!"

Venerable Jianao carefully admired his hands, and said slowly from his mouth.

"In the battle of Tianluan Mountain, Qiushui became my sword name for life! However, Qiushui suffered heavy damage at that time. I have visited for nearly a hundred years and have not seen half a thousand-year-old black iron. I didn't expect that today, the hero will be a young man, and you have finally fulfilled a great regret in my life! After today, I can hit the bottleneck, go straight to the realm of the emptiness and mythology, and carry out a more advanced practice."

"As the saying goes, beautiful jade is given to a beautiful woman, and a sword is matched with a hero! However, this Qiushui sword has known and intertwined me for more than a hundred years, and I am really reluctant to give up my love. A set of nine sword techniques is a bit expressed." Venerable Jianao said, slowly raising the Qiushui sword with his right hand, "Young hero, I will practice what I have learned in my life. How much I can understand depends on you!"

When Han Feng heard this, he knew that the point had finally come. He opened his eyes and stared at Venerable Jian'ao's every move.

After saying that, Venerable Jianao's clothes swelled without wind, and the autumn water pointed to the sky, just like a sword immortal descending to earth.

Seeing that the other party was going to use the sword move for him to understand, Han Feng thought about it, and for safety reasons, he hurriedly retreated to the side for more than 200 meters before he stopped. Han Feng didn't want to learn the sword move, so he became the soul of the sword move first, and he would suffer a lot!

"The first move of the Nine Arts of Ao Jian, the sword dances in the universe!"

With the shout of Venerable Jianao, the giant sword in his hand raised his hand and stabbed forward. The move was average, and Han Feng seemed to be less powerful than his first move of Luo Ying's sword technique. He thought to himself that Venerable Jianao was not worthy of his reputation?

"The second move of the Nine Swords of Ao Jian, the sword sweeps away the eight wildernesses!"

The giant sword in Venerable Jianao's hand immediately turned into a phantom in the sky, heading in all directions, with a total of nine directions, and stabbed a sword in total. Except for faster moves, it was no different from the first move, which made Han Feng, who was originally excited, feel a little disappointed, but because the other party was kind and out of politeness, Han Feng continued to look down with difficulty.

"The third move of the Nine Swords of Ao Jian, swallowing mountains and rivers!"

Venerable Jianao finally moved, and the sky exuded a surging sword intent. Han Feng only felt that at this moment, Venerable Jianao and the giant sword in his hand seemed to merge into one. Venerable Jianao waved the giant sword in his hand and turned into a sword shadow, forming a wall of sword shadows in front of him, full of domineeringness.

"The fourth stance of the Nine Swords of Ao Jian, flowing water and clouds!"

"The fifth stance of the Nine Swords of Ao Jian, purple Qi comes from the east!"

"The sixth posture of the Nine Swords of Proud Sword, drink alone under the moon!"

"The seventh style of the Nine Arts of Ao Jian, the sword breaks the Yin and Yang!"

Venerable Jianao swung four moves in succession, and the giant sword in his hand flew. Countless sword shadows in the sky covered the entire mountain, making people nowhere to be left. The strong air flow generated by the sword edge shocked Han Feng, who was standing two hundred meters away, and he took three steps back until he leaned against a big tree.

"The eighth style of the Nine Swords of Ao Jian, everything returns to the mark!"

When the Venerable Jianao shouted this, Han Feng saw the sword shadows that were originally like the essence in the sky, and instantly realized, falling from the air and stabbing into the ground, forming a terrifying sword field. He only felt that the sky and the earth changed in color, and the rivers and seas were throbbing. There was a domineering aura that would cause mountains to collapse, and the domineering wind and clouds to change color!

"The ninth style of the Nine Swords of Ao Jian, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

Han Feng saw that the last move of the Ao Jian Nine Arts was exactly the same as the first move of the sword dance in the universe, and it was still just a normal stab forward. But this ordinary sword stabbed made Han Feng feel tens of millions of changes. He only felt that countless sword moves in the world merged together and turned into a sword in front of him. The sword energy in the sky locked you, and stabbed you with a light sword. No matter how you reincarnate the Daluo Golden Immortal, there was nowhere to escape, nowhere to escape, no move to break!

Han Feng only felt that his fighting spirit was shocked. Since he decided to change his attitude, Han Feng's mentality has changed a lot. If he is stupid, weak, and soft can break hardness; if he is strong, he will be strong, and he will be king in the world!

Now, the nine-style sword technique of Venerable Jianao, mixed with endless fighting spirit, finally fully stimulated Han Feng's inner passion.

Han Feng pulled out his thunder sword with his right hand, without any sword moves, and danced completely with his will, and he fell into a state of selflessness and formlessness. If someone saw him by his side, he would only feel that Han Feng's every move contained the great trend of heaven and earth, and every movement and stillness were in line with the universe. The whole person was like a ray of breeze between heaven and earth, everywhere and nowhere to be there.

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to Han Feng for his sudden realm of the first level of murderous intent in the sword!"

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to Han Feng for comprehension of the first realm of the Nine Swords of Ao Jian!"

"Ding Dong, congratulations to Han Feng Luoying for improving his sword skill and reaching the third level. Activate the third move: Qingwu Luoying."

System prompt sounds sounded in Han Feng's mind, but Han Feng ignored it. The Thunder Sword in his hand had no intention of stopping. He still flew and fluttered, feeling the rolling thunder sound from the Thunder Sword. It was deafening.

After showing the Nine Arts of Ao Jian Ao, Venerable Jian held the giant sword and turned around. Seeing Han Feng's appearance, he couldn't help but smile slightly, without disturbing him, and stood in the distance and watched quietly.

Han Feng's eyes and heart were full of swords at this moment, and the sword rain in the sky turned into starlight, entering Han Feng's heart, into the sword.

Han Feng's movements did not stop, but instead became faster and faster. Soon, the entire trajectory of the Thunder Sword had completely turned into a sword screen, covering Han Feng inside, making it difficult to penetrate.

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to Han Feng for his sudden realm of the killing intention of the sword!"

"Ding Dong, congratulations to Han Feng Luoying for improving his sword skill and reaching the fourth level, and starting the fourth move: Piaomiao Luoying."

"Ding Dong, congratulations to Han Feng for improving his proficiency in the Nine Swords, reaching the second level, and opening the second move: Sword sweeps the Eight Desolations."

Venerable Jianao kept watching quietly, gradually turning from appreciation to amazement. Because Venerable Jianao clearly felt that Han Feng had realized his own sword intent when he was experiencing the Nine Arts of Ao Jian, and could not help but be secretly surprised.

After a while, Han Feng felt that his body was no longer in charge. Finally, he stopped the Thunder Sword in his hand and gasped. Just now, Han Feng was completely immersed in the sword intent, not paying attention to his physical strength, and stopped until he was exhausted. At this moment, he felt that his whole body was exhausted and he was sore.

Han Feng inserted the thunder sword downwards and held the hilt with one hand to prevent himself from falling.
Chapter completed!